The next day, Yan Qing woke up and found that his head didn't hurt at all. Although the liquor had a strong aftereffect, not having a headache the next day was the true mark of fine wine.
Delicacies Pavilion truly lived up to its name.
After having a light breakfast, he set his chopsticks down and took a walk around the courtyard. He couldn't help feeling that he had forgotten something and called Duanyang over to ask, "Was it you who brought me back yesterday?"
"Yes, I carried you back," Duanyang nodded.
Yan Qing thought for a moment, "Did I encounter something upsetting yesterday?"
Duanyang: "..."
You met a bad woman, but as for what kind of bad woman, he didn't see her.
"Ah, a bad woman!" Yan Qing remembered and his chest ached with anger, "So infuriating!"
It wasn't often that something could make him angry, and even rarer for him to remember something clearly the next day that made him angry. Yesterday had the full package. He couldn't let this go just like that.
